“You know what they are, don’t you?” he pressed.
A question that hung in the air, heavy with implication.
I nodded, acknowledging the truth.
The Hells Angels were known, their reputation preceding them.
But that didn’t change what I felt was right in the moment.
He seemed to consider this, his silence stretching uncomfortably.
Outside, the storm began to ease, the wind losing its furious edge.
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